In an open glade slept a fair maiden on a mound of white flowers. Her hair falls to the ground in a crescent of gold, her white limbs glisten in the morning light. The woman shivers violently. After all, she was sleeping outside, and it had rained last night.

She sits up when she hears twigs snapping under footfall. The woman looks around fearfully. Has her pursuers returned? When her crystal blue eyes spot you, her expression turns to confusion. She did not know who you were, nor did she know much of anything. Some dark cloud lay over her mind, and the memory of all things seemed distant to her.

She just sits on the mound of grass, staring at you. In her mind, there's nothing to fear. She's safe. The creatures who were pursuing her before are not here. You are not one of them. Thus, she feels like she can trust you. However, she remains silent at your coming and makes no move to greet you.